A new future.

"So you don't mind if I consider Jonas to be my....my boyfriend."

"Of course I mind! I'm still your father! It is still haram but I won't stop you from being with him anymore. It does help that he looks like a good and sincere boy."

"And if I remove my hijab?"

"...*sigh* go for it."

"What if I want to drink ****?"

"Zara! Don't test your father like that!"

"It's okay Mariam. Zara, you can do whatever you want to do. Just be safe while you do it and consider the risks and benefits associated with your actions. That's a very general advice but often times people completely ignore it and do something stupid. I know you're not stupid and that you're mature enough and smart enough to do the right thing."

Assad smiles reassuringly at his daughter. Zara smiles back.

"I'm gonna go downstairs and meet up with Jonas. He must be worried. Thank you, Baba." Zara leans down to kiss her old man on the cheek and heads out of the bedroom to go downstairs.

Assad tries to follow her shortly after but he is pulled back by Mariam.

"Where do you think you're going, O husband of mine?"

"I want to keep an eye on them..."

"No you won't. Let them be."

"But.."

"No buts. Besides, you owe me."

"And what is it that I owe you, Mariam?"

"You owe me millions of kisses and hugs of course. Plus our marital bed in America hasn't been broken in yet."

"Oh. Um..."

"Shh. Let me complete. Do you remember the promise that you made to me back in our old country? The one specifically related to our.... marital duties?"

"....I remember."

"Say it to me once again." Mariam walks over to the bedroom door and locks it. She then returns back and hugs Assad from behind, pressing her plush body against his back and rests her cheek on top of his head. Assad wasn't a short man, he stood at around 5'10". However Mariam was taller at around 6'4". It wasn't really a surprise whom her 6'8" daughter took after.

"Mariam...please. It is embarrassing."

"Is it? Well I suppose it is for you," she hugs him even tighter, "but if you ever meant your promise, you'll have no trouble repeating it once again, do you?"

"....I suppose."

"Say it."

*sigh* "I will always be your little angel and you will always be my king while we're in the bedroom so long as you always be a good wife to me outside of it."

"And have I been a good wife to you....little angel." Mariam whispers the last part in his ears.

"You have. Allah knows I probably don't deserve someone as good as you."

"Yes, you do. You deserve all of me. I just hope you're ready to receive all of my love."

Assad feels a monstrous bulge press up against his butt. The Quran was pretty anti-sodomy in the context of a man with another man and a man with his wife. However, there were absolutely no codified instructions if the woman was the one bedding the man either with her member or with an external device (strapon) . Indeed, NFs (Futanari) never existed back then and the very idea of a woman dominating a man with any external device was not even thought possible.

Assad's heart starts pounding with increased excitement. He was backed up from years of not having any intercourse or masturbation.

"Please be gentle with me my love. I may not be as accommodating as I was before."

"Of course, little angel. I'll be as gentle as you want for as long as you want. Also, you need to call me as your king while we're in our bedroom. I'll forgive your mistake just this once, since it has been quite some time."

"Yes, my lo..my king. As you wish."

"Good. Ya Allah, I want to take you right here, right now!" She punctuates that with a gentle bite on his neck and a thrust of her hips against his butt, "but we need to have dinner first."

"Okay."

"But before that," Mariam lets go of Assad and moves to her drawer. She unlocks the lowest one and fishes out a 14 inch dildo that was a bit thicker than a beer can. "Here, you go. The choice is up to you whether to use it to help for what is to come tonight. One thing is certain though, I will be in you tonight and I won't let go until I'm satisfied."

Assad gulps and his face is flush with blood. She loved seeing him blush like that. She bends over and gives him a chaste kiss on his lips. She then unlocks the bedroom door to head downstairs, leaving Assad to ponder over his choices.